My madam, my poison

POV Khumayra

(POV Khumayra)

That afternoon I just got home from work. I saw my sister just way, Irwan was calling someone in the living room. I don't know what was discussed with the opponent chatting him up so he laughed so loosely, only he and God alone know.

"Ehm!" 

"Eh, my dear sister has come home apparently." 

Mas Irwan quickly turned off his phone call and placed it on the table.

"Loh, poised? Is he done chatting?" I sit on the sofa.

"Ehm, that's it."

"Lately I've seen Mas Irwan call someone even late at night. Is Mas Irwan being close to someone?" 

"ah! No. gabe. You know, a lot of my friends have been. If we've been chatting on the phone, we often forget the time" he argued.

"Oh, yeah. Oh yeah, tonight there's no show?" my question is full of search. I'm sure, if Irwan's mas is close to someone, chances are he'll be out on Saturday night.

"Why indeed?"

"I'd like to take Mas with me shopping at the Mall."

"Ehm-ehm.actually, …"

"Why?" I asked back.

"Tonight I have an appointment with an old friend of mine."

"Which friend? My friend Mas Irwan is all married. They must be busy with their families."

"Ehm-hm, …"

"I had heard the grapevine that Mas Irwan often met a woman who was much older than the age of Mas. Is that true, Mom?"

"Where did you hear that rumor?"

"There's been a lot of talk about Mas Irwan out there."

"Whoa. That must be the work of gossip mums. They like to exaggerate problems."

"I don't mind Mas Irwan being close to any woman. But, do not let your closeness cause citizen gossip," I said.

"Well, I'm gonna take a shower and get ready." Mas Irwan got off the couch and walked to the bathroom. Suddenly I was interested in checking her abandoned phone on the living room table. Maybe from this thing I can get information about someone who is now close to him. I grabbed the device and opened the lock screen. Shit, Irwan locked his phone with a certain number. Is it possible that she used her birth date as a lock on her phone? I guess not. The Irwan I know is an uncomplicated man. It could be that he was just using a basic number to lock his phone screen. The number I first entered was 1234, but it was wrong. What about 4321? Uh! Still wrong. For the third time I hit 0 4 times. It turns out that my guess this time was right. I hurriedly checked the chat in the conversation app. 

In fact, at the very end of the conversation the sender of the message had called jamu rapet fragrant.

"What the fuck is this, Mom?" I asked Irwan when he was finished from the bathroom.

"Why open my phone?"

Mas Irwan forced his cell phone out of my hand.

"Mrs. Hot who's that, Mas?" my question is full of search.

"What do you mean?"

"That's it, Mas. I've read the contents of your disgusting conversation. Has your relationship gone that far?"

"Haha. It was just a joke. Don't take it seriously."

"The chat so Mas said just kidding?"

"Here you go, just take care of your own problems. You've been widowed long enough, don't you feel lonely?"

"Mas don't have to discuss that matter."

"You don't like other people interfering in your personal affairs, do you?"

The mood was silent for a moment.

"Here you go, I'll get ready to go."

Mas Irwan passed from before me and walked towards his room. Not long after he came out with a pretty neat dress. Long jeans and a tight short-sleeved t-shirt berkrahnya enough to show the chest area of the field. I admit my brother is handsome. But, as his brother I would not be willing if he used his good looks just to get pleasure.

"I'll go first. You take good care of the house" said mas Irwan as he passed from before me.

"What am I supposed to do? Do I have to follow where Irwan's going?" muttered.

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